Мой первый муж после переселения душ

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What! You should have said I wasn't going to eat it!

"Say you love me now!"

Why are you raising your fist?

Don't test my patience!

Don't get so close to me!

"Speak quickly!"

Wow! How did you become the Bull Demon King?!

"Crying won't help!"

"You scared me! Oh! I need to find Fourth Brother. Oh! Wu Hui doesn't care about me anymore!"

"Who said that!" the cow retorted angrily.

"Then kiss me."

"Kiss me then!" Haha! Silly cow is so easy to deal with.

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Hey! Don't touch me like that. You can't touch there, it'll give you away!

You mustn't touch here!

Aren't you annoying?!

Wow! You're bullying me again!

Shut up!

No!

I have plenty of ways to shut you up!

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When Wu Hui left, the sky was cloudless. I don't know if it was a good day. I was only worried that after he left, the people he had bullied would come back to take revenge on me.

That day, Zi Mo, Chou Qian, Ren Yao, Qian Qing, and I, his friends, saw him off in the Imperial Study.

I don't know what Qianqing gave him, nor did I see what message Chouqian conveyed in his eyes when he looked at Wuhui.

I was crying, clinging to Wu Hui's leg; "Hui Hui! Can you not leave? Hui Hui is already missing you." (Fake.) I'll smear my snot all over his socks, let's see how smug he is then.

Wu Hui bent down to help me up, but I wouldn't get up. He kept dragging me along until there was no time left for our private meeting.

Qianqing followed the large procession out of the city gate in a neat and orderly manner. We took a side path to escort him to meet up with his father's team.

The cool breeze of early spring clung to the last vestiges of winter clothing, chilling to the bone and piercing to the heart.

With my eyes red from crying, I felt an overwhelming sense of desolation.

Outside the city, a vast army stretched for miles. People of all kinds and social classes stood there silently, their soaring pride filling the sky above the capital of Dongqing.

I looked at the endless battlefield and thought: With so many people fighting without regret, they probably won't die in battle.

"May Heaven bless Dongqing, and may we surely return in triumph!" Tens of thousands of shouts reached the heavens. The passionate people resolved to dedicate their lives to our cause.

Qian Qing stood on the city wall, his military armor clinging tightly to his body, completely airtight. Looking up at the sky, he seemed unapproachable, his imperial power controlling the joys and sorrows, the life and death of everyone here.

I know there's nothing I can do. All I can do is humbly hide in a corner and cry. I guess I'm the only one who came to see them off, and I only saw off people I shouldn't have.

Wu Hui carried me to Zi Mo's side: "Take good care of him, and wait for me to come back."

I stubbornly grabbed his sleeve and wouldn't let go. My dear Huihui, even though you're annoying, if you really leave, who will let me bully you out of respect for you?

I cried uncontrollably. I really wanted to cry, to cry for these passionate young people, for those heroes who, despite having witnessed misfortune, still chose to face it. I held tightly to Wu Hui, hoping his confidence and pride would give me the courage to stay here.

Zi Mo tried to pull my hand away, but I wouldn't let go. Wu Hui angrily patted me and started yelling again, "Have you fed all your manliness to the dogs?!"

I looked at him, sobbing, and said, "Give me a souvenir."

Wu Hui touched his sleeve but couldn't find the treasure. "I didn't bring any souvenirs!"

I pointed out that he should look at his waist.

Looking back without regret, I tore off the jade pendant he had taken back from me last month.

"Here you go!" I gratefully accepted it, but Zi Mo quickly stopped me, holding me down: "Wu Hui, don't mess around with him!"

This guy! How could he let me down at such a crucial moment? I've been crying for so long, waiting for this moment: "Waaah! Waaah! Now I have nothing to look at when I want to regret it!"

"Here you go!" Wu Hui easily slipped the jade pendant through Zi Mo's hand and placed it in my arms.

It's better to have no regrets. If I can use this as a substitute for no regrets, no one will dare to mess with me.

He glanced at me without regret. Then, resolutely turning around, he sat down next to his father in a swift motion. He gave a fist salute and said, "Take care!"

Take care. You really must take care!

The departing procession walked in silence. There were no weeping family members, nor any women leaving their homes. It seemed like I was the only one crying throughout the entire process. I really don't know what these people were thinking.